To write out your heart

Pencil and paper; they're my best friends.

They help me to express these unbearable, eccentric, but yet normal feelings that I cannot say through my lips.

To write, It's a gift.

To be apart of poetry or to even write poems; It's a blessing.

What others didn't even know about you. 

What they couldn't tell.

What they thought wrong.

What you thought.

All in writting. Written by a human who just wants to be heard. Not with the same minds, but with the same hearts.

How do you even begin to write what you mean to others? 

What does your heart say? What is it feeling? Invite your mind too.

That's how poetry starts.